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The menace

Chapter 7

Jasper Whitlock POV

Last chapter:

"You did well, Isabella. Today you will be rewarded. Now let's get out of here. You have to eat." Her eyes widened and her mouth opened to retort but nothing came up. I had won this battle and she knew it.

She had taken the first step to surrender. It would take time but she was going to learn.

Now

I smelled her tears and felt her self-loading and desperation mingling with anger and regret. Nausea was rising inside of her as the reality of her new life came crashing in.

I took the nausea away. Nothing is worse for a vampire than the smell of human vomit. A few minutes later all she was feeling was numbness and self pity. I didn't mind. At least she was quiet. I gave her the time she needed to come to grips with what was happening and her new reality. I dried her with my towel, and softly, minding her tender skull I combed her wet hair, pulling it up in a pony tail. She looked quite pretty in an innocent kind of way.

Taking her limp hand in mine I led her to the sofa in front of the fireplace. I took a soft cushion for her to sit on the floor in front of me. She did not move, react or say anything, she just sat in the cushion keeping her face blank and her eyes trained on a place behind me. After watching her vacant eyes for a few minutes, I decided to engage her.

"Open your mouth, Isabella; as I said before you will be rewarded by your good behavior, you may read a book afterwards if you want." She did not react but did what I had told her. As I fed her the spoons of soup and bits of the sandwiches, her numb state disturbed me a little. I didn't like to see her that way. She just stood there, eating everything I gave her without a single look at the food or at me. When she finished I went to the bathroom and retrieved the Tylenol and a plastic cup.

"Open your mouth, Isabella and swallow." She did as I said and I put the Tylenol on her tongue. I held the cup to her mouth and let her drink slowly. Once I saw that she had finished it I went to grab some wood to feed the fireplace and when I returned she was still in the same position. I was torn between taking her into my arms to comfort her and telling her that all would be fine or yelling at her for being so meek. Finally I decided to just leave her alone.

"You have now your free period. I will leave you alone. Do not try to escape or do anything foolish, if you do you will be severely punished. I will be outside. Use your time wisely."

No answer. It didn't matter since I knew how to deal with her insubordination. I picked up my pack of cigarettes and the lighter as I walked to the front door, giving her a last look over my shoulder to see if she would be okay. I quickly stepped outside and gently closed the door, not letting the cold afternoon air enter the cabin; she was still naked and could get sick – I wanted her healthy and strong.

I did not put any clothes on my body as the outside temperature didn't affect me. Besides she already knew that I was not human, and I really liked to be without clothes. I wanted her to get used to see me naked, and to be naked around me.

I walked to the ring of trees and jumped up to the top, sitting on one of the largest branches, in view of the front door, and lit one cigarette. It felt good to smoke and was the only thing that I had left from my human days. Vampires could smoke contrary to common belief, and I had picked up the habit during my war days. When I was turned I continued to smoke and the taste of burnt ash didn't bother me. I knew of some vampires that were able to mix blood with alcohol and in my times with Maria I indulged in it also. But once I joined the Cullen's I had to give that up as Carlisle had a very anti-alcohol policy in the house. I missed a good shot of whiskey or bourbon.

I took my time to enjoy the silence. It was peaceful out here. The night was beautiful. The soft snow flakes drifting to the floor in a timeless dance were entertaining enough to grab one part of my attention. From inside the cabin the numbness continued and I could tell that she remained seated on the floor. I heard a pack of wolves howl nearby and their soft march through the snow filled forest floor. They were hunting and the sound stirred something primal in me. I wanted to do the same. I wanted to hunt and to kill and to fuck afterwards. It must have been my predator genes getting in touch with the wild around me.

They were close but I knew they would not come closer. I had marked a perimeter around the cabin with my scent. The wind had finally calmed down, but it was a temporary reprieve; I knew the bad weather would come again, maybe stronger. Good thing the cabin was strong and I had plenty of wood to keep my human warm and safe.

Then I heard a sudden sob, and then another, and another - my peaceful time outside was shattered. The girl was bawling her eyes out and drowning in self pity, shame, sorrow and anger.

Such a strange girl. She felt so much and so intensely. Was it so difficult to surrender? I was not unattractive; as a matter of fact vampire women were attracted to me because of my so called wild, dangerous look. Most of the women I took as mine fell for me within hours. Okay, I had been taking my time with this one, but was it so hard to surrender to pleasure? Why so much defiance? I was aware that she only gave in to me in the shower because I made her crazy with lust but I wanted her to give me her body, mind and soul without the influence of my gift.

I wanted this girl to pant for me without help - on her own, screaming my name in ecstasy - because I was bringing unspeakable pleasure to her, because she knew that no one else could make her feel like I did. Because she was mine and always would be mine.

I could recall her face in the throes of pleasure in the shower. She had been exquisite.

Amazingly beautiful!

It made me hard to think of that, to think of her. My reactions to Isabella were strange. Strong. Stronger than I had ever had with any woman before. They were visceral, wild. I wanted to dominate her. To consume her until she was immersed in me and couldn't exist, to breath, to feel without me by her side. I wanted to be her everything. To make her so blind with feelings for me that she wouldn't be able to think of anything else.

I had never felt this need. Never felt like this for another woman human or vampire. Not even or Alice I felt like this. Never! And I had had some tender feeling for the little woman that led me to a better life. I had been content with her by my side despite feeling her fear and sometimes disgust. But I always thought that Alice was a strange woman.

When Alice found me in that coffe in Philadelphia, I listened to her long enough to see if I could trust her and then I took her to the dark alley behind it. It was night time already by then and the biggest thunder storm was raging, rain pouring down. The streets were empty. I had the ideal setting for a claiming. After all she had claimed that we were mates.

I had asked her if she knew what was going to happen and she had nodded. She had told me that she had seen it and that she was prepared to be claimed by me. Now I doubt it. I had pushed her against the wall and bit her time and time again to mark her as mine, and to make her scent submit to mine. There was no way in hell that I would let a woman of mine to walk around and not to have my scent and venom inside of her. It was painful for the female but assured the male that she was marked and that other males would shy away from her.

I was surprised when I managed to make her sire mark submit to my venom. True to vampire ways - at least the one that I was familiar with in the South - I made her kneel by my feet and suck me off, even before she knew what was happening.

As a good vampire woman that had not been tamed by a male, she fought me all the way. Even if I knew that she wanted this to happen, she fought my hold on her because she had to; vampire women are like that, only brute force in their first time mating makes them bend to a male's power.

She had said that we were mates and that we were going to be together for eternity. So, even if I did not believe what she was saying about the mate part as I felt nothing special for her, I wanted her, she was beautiful, educated and had a powerful gift. And she had said that she would lead me to a life of wealth and privilege. For someone as practical as me, and who had only a stolen wallet with 100 dollars in it, it was an opportunity to take with both hands.

I did to her what I had seen other males do to the females in Maria's camp, when they claimed a woman as theirs. She had to submit to the male. To me. By any means necessary.

I forced her on her fours, attached my teeth deeply to her neck and fucked the life out of her. It was not an ideal first time for her, but she came again and again anyway.

I took my pleasure from her as the alpha warrior and leader as it was tradition. As I had done all my vampire life. She howled in pain and pleasure as I slammed on her repeatedly: I could feel her surprise. She had not seen this being so brutal. Too bad for her! When we were finished she could not stand on her legs and stayed spread on the filthy pavement, quivering in fear, horror and shame filling her, mingled with acceptance and resignation. I watched her closely as she battled with what she felt. At the time all I could think was that her fight against me was over. I had won. This pretty little one was mine, she had submitted to me.

I had looked at her as she lay panting on the ground, her fancy clothes ripped in small pieces all around her and smelling of my seed even through the hard rain and I smiled. She had been good; she was going to be a good fuck and would be a good companion. She already knew who was in charge and she submitted to me.

With time I went easier on her. I tamed my wild side a little bit - at least in bed, as it disturbed the Cullens to hear Alice scream and beg during sex. I learned to make love and to fuck properly, in the cannon ways accepted by the Cullens. I did not lead the coven. I contented to keep myself in the background.

I went into a deep sleep. No wonder I had to escape from time to time. I needed to sate my thirst for my most basic needs, or I would kill the animal lovers in a rage. Alice never dared to deny anything of me. After all my venom had taken over her sire's mark. She could not deny me anything I wanted. But she always had a bit of fear in her when I commanded her to bed. She was beautiful but passive.

She hid her scars in shame and that annoyed me to hell and back, but I let it go. She was pleasured as my wife - and supposed mate - and she always had her fill of pleasure. But I didn't, I became a shadow, a living dead, a zombie. I lived with the Brady bunch the nightmare of suburban life. An eternal nightmare of High Schools and designer clothes. Until Isabella I never knew how fucked up my life was.

But I could start again. I could have my life back. I could be me again. I was getting back to myself again. This Isabella was doing it for me. I don't know if I should thank her or kill her for it. But I didn't want to kill her. Nope. She was much more valuable to me alive and kicking.

I rubed myself to calm down the pressure in my cock. I needed to control myself. I would not force Isabella. I was not a rapist! I was not a lowlife scum like those who just took an unwilling, defenseless woman. No, that was not me. It had be her that begged for it. And she would beg for it. Of that I was sure.

I pulled out another cigarette. I had to think about what to do. I knew I wouldn't go back to the Cullen's. I would probably have to kill some of them. I hoped I don't have to kill Esme, or Emmet or Rosalie. The rest was fair game. Those damn sire bites. If only I could override it. But I was not old enough, to do it I would need to find someone older than me, and willing to fuck up with Carlisle Cullen. The bastard is almost four hundred years old.

I would think about those matters later. Now it was time to go inside.

The bawling had quieted somewhat, and only the occasional sob and sniffing could be heard. Her emotions were much calmer now, although the self pity, fear and shame were strong. She needed the outlet, the crying.

I never understood what was about women and crying. Really, if you were upset - or angry - or afraid – or even happy, why do you leak like a fountain? Beats me!

I jumped from the tree and headed to the front porch. I left the cigarettes and the lighter on the outside bench, and I get inside. She was still sitting where I had left her hugging her knees, her forehead buried on them.

Hummm…such a beautiful sight. I closed the door when I saw her shiver; her fear spiked when she felt me in the same room, but she squashed it down.

"Did you have a nice time alone, Isabella?"

She did not answer. Anger and determination sipped through her fear.

"Can you seat at the table? We need to talk." I said knowing that she would defy me.

I felt her determination and anger overwhelm her.

"Fuck you asshole. I will never voluntarily do anything you ask of me."

"Okay, you asked for it. I have been nothing but patient with you but you are pushing too far."

Vampire speed I picked her in my arms and jumped down to the play room. Before the first scream left her mouth, her torso was embracing my punishing bench, her arms and legs hanging from the sides and her hands and feet shackled to the floor. She could not move an inch of her body.

"You have asked for it. I told you that insults and failure to comply with my commands would result in punishment. For your offences I will give you ten swats!" she needed to learn to obey. In my time this was how husbands punished disobedient wives. In vampire tradition this is also how a male shows the female the error of her ways. We don't take kindly to disrespect. Even Emmett put Rosalie in her place, punishing her like this from time to time, when she let her temper be too much for him, much to the rest of the coven displeasure and censure.

I was no different from any other male. I would not allow this woman to disrespect and to disobey me!

I went to the secret panel on the left wall and with a quick press of my hand it opened to show the cabinet that kept my most prized toys. I picked up a 12' black leather paddle – a gift from Caius - and walked towards her, marveling by how - no matter how frightened - she still was willing to defy me by screaming.

She could still move her head and she surely could put up a fight for a human. I stood by her side, showing her the toy.

"Five will be given to you with my bare hand for you to get used to it, and the other five with this paddle. You will count each one of them. You fail one and we go back to the beginning. Do you understand?"

"Fuck you bastard." She spat at me, hatred dripping from her mouth, making me smile.

I stood by her other side and carefully I gave her the first swat minding my strength. Not hard enough to hurt her badly, but hard enough for her to feel the sting and the pain. She screamed in anger but she did not count.

"Count them."

"Never." She sneered at me, glaring as much as she could from her position.

Swat.

"Count them."

"No. "She was sobbing by now, the salty smell of the tears that ran down her face becoming heavy in the air. Her determination was warring with the pain that she was feeling.

"Make..." I pointed out each word by a stronger swat that only served to make her cry harder but still not count.

Swat.

I could feel her level of pain that she was feeling. I knew that she had little resistance to pain and that it would take just a few more swats before she caved in. So I decided to change tactics. She really was not like any other women I had ever had.

"It..."

Swat.

Her bum was getting a nice shade of red. The warmth it radiated indicated to me that it must have been stinging pretty badly.

"Easier for you..."

Swat.

It was amazing seeing my hand print on her pale round and full cheeks. Damn she had an amazing ass. And again I was hard, wanting nothing more than to bury myself in her heat.

"Give in - count them! I can make you feel so good, darling! Just stop defying me." I told her, bending over her body, and speaking softly near her ear.

Swat.

"One…you bastard." Her half sobbed half screamed words made me smile in triumph. Her emotions now had nothing more than defeat, acceptance and humiliation. She had accepted her punishment. I bent over her again, letting her feel my naked, cold body over hers, and I licked a path from her ear to her lower back, making her shiver and her lust spike before she squashed it.

"Good girl. Do you have to be so difficult all the time?" I stopped - and to give her some reprieve from her punishment - I ran my cold hands down her flaming cheeks, reveling in the soft, relieved moans that she gave me as I soothed her burning bum. She really moaned wonderfully.

I opened her a little and I saw her wonderful, glistening center, and that vision made my mouth water. I couldn't resist licking those moist folds. Her reaction was wild. Despite her pain, the contact of my lips and tongue with her wet folds made her go wild and wantonly buck against me, searching for more as she moaned like a cat in heat. All her shame and anger were gone as she lost herself into an ocean of pleasure and lust at my ministrations. In this too she had been a virgin.

She had the most beautiful, small, perfectly pink little piece of heaven that I have ever had my eyes on. And the tastier. I feasted on her for a few minutes, making her beg for more like a street whore as I avoided her swollen nub. When she was almost reaching her climax I straightened up only to hear her desperate pleas for more. I would give her more later. But now I wanted to move on. I wanted her to learn that she would not disrespect me or disobey me. That both actions would lead to punishments.

"Ready to continue with this?" I could feel her steeling herself. I took that as a sign for going on.

Swat.

"Two."

Swat.

"Three."

By the third swat she was gasping. By the sixth swat she was begging.

"No more, please. Please, no more." She sobbed. Her sobbing and the feeling of her pain were doing weird things to my insides. They were twisting and I felt nauseated; a strong, heavy feeling had installed itself within me and was twisting away at my guts just by hearing her cries. I wasn't taking as much pleasure out of this as I always had. I stilled myself at these emotions. I would not let myself pity the human.

I moved on to the paddle. I could not give in to her pain. She was dangerous - a menace that had ruined me and my life. I crouched low in front of her. Her eyes were puffy and red and tears were staining her red cheeks.

She was beautiful looking like this. I had to swallow the sudden flux of venom that came into my mouth at the sight of her.

"This is a paddle, my girl. We vampires use it to discipline our females. If you take all of it, I will be good to you and we can go back to the pleasure. Now tell me, why are you being punished?"

She glared at me through her puffy red eyes but decided to answer in a strangled voice.

"I used foul language. I did not obey you when you asked something of me." Good, she knew what this was about. My admiration for her grew. She knew she was going to be punished but even so, she decided to defy me.

"Are you sorry for behaving like that?" I asked her, knowing full well that even through the pain, humiliation, mortification and shame that she was feeling, regret was never a part of it. She was not that type of girl.

"No." It was the curt answer. I knew she would do it again anytime, even if it meant pain. My respect for her grew. She was a fighter.

Her scream awoke me from my musing as the paddle made contact with her red ass.

Swat.

"One"

Her pain was increasing and her bum was a deep red. Almost unconsciously I wished that I would not have to punish her again so soon. Her bum could not handle it. I almost prayed for her to behave before I could scowl myself.

By the fifth blow, she was a jumbled mess of tears, pain, screaming, begging and crying.

"I am sorry… I will be good…please no more…I will be good." Repeating it between sobs again and again.

I threw the paddle to the ground and I wondered if I should give her some after care. Before I could even be aware of it, I was in front of the cabinet and I had retrieved small bottle of sweet Aloe Vera oil. I took a second to look at it, and decided that she had been a good girl, she deserved this care.

I positioned myself between her open legs, flushed against her center, feeling her stiffen at the contact with my cold bare skin. I had to adjust my cock, so that it would not accidentally penetrate her. She was not ready for that yet, even though I was. I had to take a few moments to calm myself when the heat of her skin scorched me. When I was calm enough, I started, as gently as I could, to rub the oil deep in her burning cheeks. I could feel her relief and awe as the feeling of both the soothing oil and of my cold hands; and soon her sobbing had subsided and moaning had taken its place.

Her moaning was so amazing - soft, tender and sweet - that I could not help but turn the soothing of her burn into a much more sensual massage. I kneaded and rubbed her cheeks, every time going lower and lower, in slow, deep touches, almost touching her center with my fingers but not quite. She did not protest, her emotions shifting to surprise; a little bit of lust and desire taking over the pain, shame and self loathing that was always present when she gave in to me.

I bent over her, and before licking the shell of her ear I told her:

"Let go my beauty, enjoy this. See how good we can be together once you give in to me." She moaned louder this time, her head burying itself in the bench.

If she could move she would be jerking against my hand trying to get me to touch her pussy that was now dripping, wetting my crotch, sac and legs. The smell of her arousal was heavy and her moans were coming louder and louder.

The wonderful mixture of pain from my handling of her bum and the pleasure of my ministrations so near her dripping pussy were driving her wild, and allowing me to feel her undiluted emotions. I was not manipulating her this time and she was soon coming towards her orgasm.

Her arousal was feeding mine. I could not stand it, most of all because I was not provoking her this time. I was not meddling with her emotions. She wanted me now.

I grabbed my aching cock and gently - as to not scare her, I put it between the cheeks of her ass, letting it glide through the surface of her sweaty, warm, oiled skin. It was wonderful being half involved by her softness and warmth. I bent over her - letting her feel more of my cold body, relishing in the feel of her under me, writhing and moaning. I was careful however of not putting the weight of all of my body on to her frail one.

"Feel what you do to me. Feel how hard I am for you, baby. You are amazing." I started to rock my hips into her slowly, letting her feel my hard cock rubbing her and my sac hitting her dripping pussy. We were in the perfect position, and I was not going to rush this.

"You are so good, Isabella. I have so much to teach you. So much pleasure. You just have to give in to me."

She could not answer, standing on the brink of her release that I was holding out on her. I too was almost there, her lust, desire and pain feeding my own needs.

"Call my name Isabella. Call me. Tell me whom do you belong to." I nipped and licked the skin of her neck, and she whimpered more and more as my hands roamed all over her back, massaging, rubbing and kneading her sore muscles. I scanned her emotions but there was no fear or disgust for now, only wanton desire.

"Whom do you belong to?" I said as I picked up the movements of my hips, thrusting more forcefully against her, minding of not let my cock slip in her wet skin and accidentally penetrate her. My movements were met with her own attempts of opening more of her legs; to get more friction, which was impossible due to her being completely restrained. The rubbing of her pussy on the leather was not enough to make her release.

"Whom Isabella? Tell me." I all but moaned in her hear, lost in the feel of her.

"You…oh...please…I belong…I need… to you, Mr. Whitlock." It was her moaned, breathless, wanton answer and it was all it took. I brought my hand around her and at the same time that I pinched hard on her clit, I sent her my pleasure; and she came with a piercing scream, her muscles clenching all over her body. Seeing and feeling her climax with not an ounce of manipulation of her feelings brought my own climax, and I roared in pleasure as I shot my cold seed all over her ass and back, in long endless spurts. It had been a while since I had had such a pleasurable time with a woman.

We lay there, shivering and spent basking in the afterglow of a hell of an orgasm for a few minutes. I was sticky all over but I was finding difficult to care. It was amazing having her smell like me all over her body. I kept kissing her neck and back. I don't know why. But it seemed at the time like a good thing to do. And plus it was good to feel my lips on her skin. She tasted good.

She was good. Overall, once I changed her, she would be a wonderful woman. A woman worthy of even one of the Volturi brothers. Or of the Romanians.

Caius had been looking for a new mistress for a while now. He liked those he took to be young, pure but well trained, submissive to the bone. He especially liked the ones I chose and trained back in the old days. He demanded for them to be almost untouched, only passing through my hands and then to him. I would select, every once in a while, some beauty only for him. I even went so far as to leave her hymen unbroken for him to feast upon a virgin.

We had the same tastes in women and in life, so we had a long relationship that was almost a close friendship. We had fought and fucked together, and we often shared a woman or two. I had lent Alice to him a couple of times in exchange for immunity for the Cullen's, when one of us fucked up big time. He had given her back to me both times as a quivering, terrified and incoherent mess, smelling of him through all of her orifices, saying that he could not understand how a man like me could bare to be with such an unfulfilling, boring woman. And he would leave us, saying that he knew that someday I would see reason.

At the time it seemed a good idea to be with her, and with the family. I was comfortable and reasonably happy. But now I wonder…had I ever loved Alice? Or had I only agreed to a marriage to make my life gain some sense?

My friendship with Caius and his brothers over the years had paid well. They had a bone to pick with her and as soon as I left Maria, she decided to get cocky and defied them - saying that a Volturi would never rule over Texas. It was her demise. They went down on her like a tsunami. I saw it from Caius side as they destroyed her compound.

Her operation was completely destroyed and she was given a 20 years sentence to serve as a whore for the Volturi. It was ironic that she, the monster who had done this to so many people during dozens of years would have the same fate. She was taken to Volterra, strapped to a wall, fed every 5 days, and made to fuck and service all of the guard and their guests, under the eyes of her also imprisoned husband.

I saw her afterwards, when she was released from her sentence. She was a wreck - completely broken and haunted. But she knew the dangers and still, she had fucked with the Volturi. They had made her pay the price. She never even thought to defy them again.

I sighed and I felt the warm body beneath mine shift a little. Isabella came down from her high and instantly self loathing, regret and shame took over her and she started sobbing. As much as it displeased me, I got off of her body and gently I released her from her restraints. She had been a good girl, and I was experiencing a weird sentiment inside of me. It was warm and somewhat sweet. I could not pin point really what it was, but it concerned her. My menace. My girl.

She just stood there exhausted from our activities, laying face down, her legs on each side of the bench, wide open and exposed for the entire world. I could see the white streaks of my seed all over her back, and I knew she would be sticky with it. The knowledge made me hard again. Her ass cheeks were red as a ripe cherry, and in that moment she was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen; and my dead heart flipped at the sight of her abandon and submission.

What is this girl doing to me?

A/S. I know it was a bit violent. But Bella is not giving in. She is a fighter and she is fighting him all the way.

In doing so is she gaining his respect?

Or is he feeling that she is his mate?

Let me know what you think.